To Everything There Is A Season

When tears burned my tear duct 

Your fury burning deep on my emptied soul 

I sat there awaiting the season to change. 

The rain to stop

The sun to shine 

Yet your venom kept seeping through my bones

I clenched on the holy book

Dried my tears with the holy pages 

Yet the skies continued to turn grey 

I Sang the verses like a holy hymn

Shout out to the heavens 

In the holy name 

Yet the heaven's door shut before my eyes. 

My bleeding knees felt numb

Kneeling on a hard ground 

Praying for you Change 

But with each descent 

Your hatred for me ascended.

I cried louder. 

You pried deeper into my soul. 

Convinced myself that the storm will past 

But the storm was here to stay. 

The holy book felt heavy 

Yet missing a few pages

That wiped my teary eyes 

My season was permanent.